Edward Herbert, 1st Baron Herbert of Cherbury

A good rider on a good horse, is as much above himself and others, as this world can make him.

He that cannot forgive others breaks the bridge over which he must pass himself, for every man hath need to be forgiven.

I must no less commend the study of anatomy, which whosoever considers, I believe will never be an atheist; the frame of man's body and coherence of his parts, being so strange and paradoxal, that I hold it to be the greatest miracle of …

Our life is but a dark and stormy night, To which sense yields a weak and glimmering light, While wandering Man thinks he discerneth all By that which makes him but mistake and fall.

Sleep, Nurse of our life, Care’s best reposer, Nature's high'st rapture, and the vision giver.

Now that the April of your youth adorns The garden of your face.